Attached to the walls of cities I only recognise when I’m asleep, walking along what I believe to be familiar streets as the almighty red sun sinks into a stupor, I wonder how many miles my feet have walked in three decades. I am made from mosquitoes, I am made from from something everlasting and elastic, I am about to walk into the ocean.
Beautiful! And once again I am in love with with the art you fell in love with. I was in Norway with my family last summer, visiting my grandfather's village, and I want all of these Astrup paintings on my walls! ❤️
What a lovely overlap of time/place/painting! It is somewhere I'd very much like to see more of—these paintings almost have a gentle eeriness about them.
Beautiful! And once again I am in love with with the art you fell in love with. I was in Norway with my family last summer, visiting my grandfather's village, and I want all of these Astrup paintings on my walls! ❤️
What a lovely overlap of time/place/painting! It is somewhere I'd very much like to see more of—these paintings almost have a gentle eeriness about them.
Exquisite...
Thank you Chuck, this is dreadfully kind.